Chapter 886: 892 News Conference (2)
As soon as Jin Bo entered the news conference site, he heard the sound of a text message notification.
The mayor who had already captivated countless cameras, Jin Bo, turned a blind eye to the flashlights flickering all around. He reached for his phone in his suit pocket, opened it, glanced at it, and replied with one word, "Okay."
Putting the phone back in his suit pocket, he raised his head, glanced naturally at the camera’s direction, walked to the podium of the news conference, and sat at the seat marked "Jin Bo."
The old man sat below, and from the moment Jin Bo entered the room, his gaze had not left him.
Seeing Jin Bo sit down, his gaze swept across the conference room, glanced at Jin Bo’s direction, and instinctively wanted to stand up. Uncle Guan quickly held him back, "Sir."
The old man came to his senses, collapsed in his seat, entirely lost and bewildered.
Uncle Guan looked at the old man and found that his hands were tightly gripping the cane, trembling constantly.
The old man stared in Jin Bo’s direction and couldn’t catch his breath, his face worsening in color, almost turning a shade of cyan.
Uncle Guan feared the old man’s high blood pressure would act up and cause him to faint, quickly helping to rub his chest.
Seeing the people nearby looking over, he quickly explained, "The old man has high blood pressure, and it’s just acting up."
The old man, hearing Uncle Guan’s voice, took a deep breath, yet still feeling severely hypoxic, his chest fiercely fluctuating.
Adong, it’s Adong!
Could Adong still be alive?
Recalling that situation, it was impossible for anyone to have survived. He couldn’t help but look up in Jin Bo’s direction. How could Adong possibly still be alive?
What kind of person is this Jin Bo, and what does he intend to do in Hong Kong?
Feeling his dry lips and tongue, he put down his cane, opened a bottle of pure water placed on his seat, chugged it down, placed it aside, and dared not look back at the direction of the podium, sitting there, panting heavily, breathing rapidly.
Uncle Guan glanced at Jin Bo. He truly resembled the eldest so much, not only looking identical but even his gestures, the actions, expressions while speaking were exactly the same!
Could the eldest actually still be alive?
Though his heart was already a violent storm, Uncle Guan dared not show any expression on his face.
If the journalists capture it and write something misleading, it would all be a hassle!
...
Jin Bo finished speaking, and it was time for questions.
After asking political questions, a journalist inquired about Jin Bo’s personal feelings.
Yan Xiaoxi squeezed through the crowd of journalists, finally reaching the front, "Mayor Jin, you are so handsome, as soon as the news conference is broadcast, you could very well be the next husband..."
Before she finished, Jin Bo stood up and strode over to Yan Xiaoxi.
The originally clustered journalists automatically made way for Jin Bo.
Jin Bo approached and glanced at Yan Xiaoxi.
Yan Xiaoxi suddenly felt nervous. Her previously well-arranged interview had been rejected, she was nearly scolded half dead by the boss. If she was rejected again this time and failed to get the interview, she might have to pack up and leave!
Reluctantly, she borrowed a reporter’s badge!
Nothing will happen now, right?
Jin Bo looked at her nervous appearance. His distinct large hand fell upon Yan Xiaoxi’s neck where the two reporter badges hung, picked them up and looked at them. One belongs to Zhang Zhe from city news, and the other is Yan Xiaoxi from Gangdu Media.
Yan Xiaoxi stood there blushing, quickly considering her approach. No matter what, she couldn’t involve Zhang Zhe, "I picked up this reporter’s badge."
